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Rhalzo's already in Chaos' cooler older brother clan, he's fine riding his motorcycle around in a leather jacket smoking cigarettes with GIRLS, our little treehouse isn't his speed anymore.
Everyone has been doing a great job on both sides in these past battles. I have been pretty happy with the XP that we're getting, other than the issue of the website being down last night. Looking forward to more fights!
Quote from: Rhalzo on July 22, 2013, 02:20:44 amEveryone has been doing a great job on both sides in these past battles. I have been pretty happy with the XP that we're getting, other than the issue of the website being down last night. Looking forward to more fights!oh god, not this again! I hope this doesn't mean you're going back to HA Rhalzo!
visitors can't see pics , please register or loginThumper swung her great maul into yet another invader's head, spraying bits of skull and brain across the parapets. Looking up from the mutilated corpse she realized the battle was over, the crushed invaders were fleeing. "Yet another successful defence for the Aggregates." She thought to her self as she headed off to the keep, in search of her Lord Commander, A delusional nut who calls himself Pistachio. She found him sleeping comfortably in his bed. "Hmmrph!!" Thumper gave Pistachio a smack in the back of the head, waking him with a start. "What do you think think you are doing?!" Thumper yelled audibly, her face reddening in anger. Pistachio replied "What do you think I am doing? I was sleeping!" with a sigh, Thumper said "There was another seige today and you slept through it." He replied " I'll make the next one then" "You better.." Thumper replied and left Pistachio's chambers. Outside the soldiers were celebrating yet another successful defense with endless amounts of marijuana. Their was so much, that on the first step outside Thumper got baked and went to go join the party where she grabbed her own blunt, and puffed away.
We're all nerds here, so it doesn't really matter.
what kind of a my old friend even role plays says jack1 while stroking his neck beard.
Relit the Old slowly walks away, his back hunched in weariness and slight tears in his eyes.
Artyem reached his hand into a bag of Chicken and Waffles potato chips, while scratching ferociously at the thick mess of hair covering his neck with his other hand."What do you know, nerd? I'll kick your ass IRL I trane UFC!!!!"He then donned his cargo shorts, trench coat and +3 fedora. He was on the way to the nearest mall to purchase a new pair of fingerless gloves.